group of refugee flock the border. the automatic cannon turret aim to the tired face refugee. shout. cry. and pathetic begging to open the gate.

A man with a worn-out jacket, adorned with various medals on his chest, rubbed his temples at the sight. Then another man in a military uniform burst in. “Generalissimo! The northern border has been breached! The mutant hordes are decimating our forces!”

Generalissimo clenched a map in front of him. “Order a retreat… a full retreat… it’s no use. We have no ammo left. The City States have abandoned our cause. Our soldiers have no hope toe-to-toe with them in melee combat.”

then a woman in suit come in haste. her hand is tremble after giving a salute,, “sir.. im sorry” she then give the letter to generalissimo.

“,,,fucking paper on this age?” he muttered then open it. then his eyes widened a bit “they wanna me stop fighting.. those.. ungrateful.. politician bastard.. “ then he tear the paper.

A pause fell over the room. The two officers looked at each other with worried faces. Then Generalissimo spoke, “No… I will keep fighting… not as Generalissimo… but for the people.” He then stripped off all the medals from his jacket, leaned on the table to look at the torn map for a while. Then he looked at the two officers. “Are you with me?”

They then did the same thing, discarding their rank emblems. They looked at each other for a moment, then at the Generalissimo, and said in unison, “We are with you… till the very end.”

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Outside the base, while refugees underwent tense inspection before entering the border, they looked with envy at the soldiers munching snacks in the watchtower. Suddenly, among the refugees, a man in decorated military garb appeared. His ornate suit contrasted sharply with the dusty refugees. After passing the border, he strode hastily through the crowded corridor, then went to the Generalissimo's room.

He knelt down, attracting everyone’s attention in the room. Then he raised his head. “Generalissimo… I was your rival in the past… I am here to offer my service to you. Those mutants… freaks… they have come to my land, stripped away our temples, mosques, homes, forts… and our families. We watched the blood of our forefathers spilled and we were forced to abandon it all before our very eyes. But what did my government do? Just nothing… nothing. After all these years of our service… let me join you. I will gladly give the rest of my life for this cause.”

The man, the once Generalissimo, approached the newcomer. He put his hand on the newcomer’s shoulder. “good..but.. “ then he remove his jacket and give to the newcomer” you the one who lead.. i wanna fight with my men.. this leader title is make me terrible.. you now are the general”

the newcomer then look at him. a stammered. he then rise up and salute “its.. its was a honor,,”

the man the nod “yes. from today.. “ he then glance everyone in room “..call me wanderer”

8 year later. wanderer then kneel down in the one among countless tombstone in desolate desert. everyone he know at that time. is dead or leaving the eastern wasteland. he then take a sigh. then he rise up, he then glance at the tombstone again. a half faded portrait can still seen. “well..you lucky you died first.. general,, now im here.. on stil stuck on this endless war”